"War is hell," he said sternly, fingering his Mont Blanc pen as we stood in the vestibule of Angelica Kitchen. His sinewy muscles rippled as he waved at his friend, Lloyd Feit, passing by on the sidewalk. Feit, chef/owner of Café Loup, blows Pantano a kiss as he enters a taxi. And who wouldn't want to blow him a kiss? He's lovely. A lovely, fascinating murderer.
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